Let's do it!    Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey    How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man?    Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye       Listen - I been coppin them pieces    Maybe that's part of the reason    I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin    But I'm gettin head    She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir)    I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin    I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin    Until I'm sparked out and leakin    Part of the cement    I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?)    Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened)    Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?)    Zeke the only one with courage to ride    The ride's so dirty inside    Seems like we were playin in mud    Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin)    Who ill?    A check for two mill    And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills    I got stories that my soul can sing    Flip water like Poland Spring    And I'ma hold them things       Look - talk to 'em    Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot    Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop    But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!)    Top a top on top of the top    But yo - nothing definite    I chop up the rocks    And I stop up the drop    +Blocka Blocka+ the block    Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot    What you wanted is not what you got    And I pop up them cops    Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me)    I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?)    It's about being +Bout It+    If you're not, you're ass backwards    My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important)    Little niggaz need to sit up and read    If the town's too hot, get up and leave    Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve (always)    Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve    And that's forever       Shit, I was two blocks from coppin dust    I used to hop the bus    Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us    Girls, they gotta rush    Shit, they gotta blush    Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us    To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mile    Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles    Damn, I gotta smile    Hundred grand, I demand it    Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child    And that's forever man       [Cam'ron speaking over fading beat]    You hear it, uh huh    We here, I love y'all man    It's nothing boy    Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru    What's really good?    Holla at your boy    I might have this shit on lock man    Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla    Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track    Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa!    We just want you's to know Diplomats is here    We ain't going nowhere    Holla at the boy boy, let's ride out man